My name is Waylon, and I’m a handsome chocolate country boy with light brown and white feet from Tennessee. I was turned into a small rural shelter when I was only two years old. Now, I am four and finally found my way out with HCSR. A new volunteer at my Tennessee shelter had a sister in Houston, who through her friend, got me my freedom ride to HCSR. I arrived just in time to have my Christmas here, and my foster mom had lots of toys waiting for me. Unfortunately, I had not been groomed for quite a while and had to be sedated because I was so overgrown. My ears hurt, too, because they were infected, but now I feel much better and I look better, too. Read More→